HAZE
This is a poem I had written about my experience of depression and my love for nature, coming together in the colour blue.
HAZE
Blue are my bruises
Blue are my smiles
Blue are my shadows
Blue are my sighs
This place I know
I’ve been before
Where the hollow pulls
And the cold tear rolls
Some days soaring
High
The summer sky
Some days drowning
Deep
The empty sea
My mind is blank
Stuck
I’m frozen blue
Some days cutting
Quick
The mountain rocks
Some days fading
Off
The evening fog
Yet the river flows
And the young jay flies
This place I know
Will come and go
Blue are my fancies
Blue are my veins
Blue are my teases
Blue are my breaths
About the Creator
Manon Ardisson
I am a film producer based in London, UK, where my second feature GOD'S OWN COUNTRY was nominated for a BAFTA. I've recently started writing fiction and poetry, both in my adopted language (English) and in my mother tongue (French).
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